Stranac trlja kurac u njezine ružičaste gaćice ispod suknje u prepunom autobusu Delhija i svršava jako

A stranger, in his early thirties, presses closer through the throng. His faded green kurta hangs over his slim shoulders, but his dark trousers reveal a growing bulge. His face is shadowed with stubble, his dark eyes glinting with intent as they fix on Jessy. The bus lurches, and he seizes the moment, brushing against her ass. Jessy's breath hitches, her grip tightening on the bar, but the press of bodies around her keeps her from turning. The stranger's fully hard cock presses through his trousers, rubbing against her skirt. The friction sends a shiver through him, his breath warm and uneven against her neck, carrying the scent of clove from his paan-stained lips.